Wrong Khitbah

142. 2: THE PUNISHMENT

"here it seems" hissed Akhtar with a smirk smile

Akhtar quietly placed the tray on the table. Then jumped nimbly supporting Zahwa below him.

Zahwa's laughter that was cool now instantly kicep when her lips in the lu mats her husband. His eyes blinked straight with Akhtar's eyes.

"Mmmpppt" Zahwa tried to push Akhtar's chest which was a stone just biting his lips.

"Ih. Kok was bitten" Zahwa protested

"Huustt!" Akhtar placed his index finger right on Zahwa's lips. After that, he rubbed his lips

"Do we have to move to a smaller house?" Ask Akhtar slowly

"Huh?" Zahwa's forehead shriveled

"You've worried me and searched all corners of the house"

"Ups... Emm m-sorry baby... I-I was bosen so.."

"Can't you say it before you leave? At least I won't worry like this"

"I'm sorry next time you don't repeat again.hmm" said Zahwa ketar-ketir.

Now he realizes his mistake, but why not just think about telling him to want to go around the house. And now look at the look on her husband's face that's so scary. His eyes were sharp, his breathing was still hunting, and don't forget his body that increasingly locked Zahwa as if afraid Zahwa ran away somewhere.

"Sorry to accept, but-"

"But what?"

"You still get punished"

GLAKES!

"Oh Allah..How is this? Which book will my husband test tonight? Can the punishment not be about the book?" Zahwa's mind grimaced

"Now, let's eat first" said Akhtar back to normal and then wake up and take the tray he had placed on the table.

"A. Bismillah first"

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahiim" Zahwa received a bribe from Akhtar. She closed her eyes to feel the delicious cooking of her husband.

There is sweetness and there are spicy-spicy as well, very fitting as expected.

"Nake?"

"Alhamdulillah... Allah gave me a husband that Mashaa Allah is very good at cooking. If I could ask in masakin every day ga Bib? HAHAA"

"Strue your request, dear..." Akhtar said softly and then smiled charmingly right in front of his face, making him speechless and then throwing his face towards the side.

"Yes??" Tempta Akhtar lowered his eyebrows

"That's it... Whoa...!!" Pekik Zahwa closed his start with both hands

"AHAHAHAHAHA"

"Don't cover her face, I can see the red-red on your cheek, baby.."

"Ihh Stop! I can't stand the giniin" said Zahwa, looking down in shame and taking a pillow and throwing it at Akhtar.

"Ahaha... It is no longer. Here A, eat again" said Akhtar pulling gently on Zahwa's chin and then bribing Zahwa again.

"You eat dong Yank. A.." A.." The Alhtar took Zahwa's feed and yaa bwgitu next until the noodles on the plate ran out.

"Nih his milk" in the milk that has been in half drink to Zahwa.

"Outside down" Akhtar said, because Zahwa drank very little.

"No" Zahwa shook his head

"Spend it or I drink it another way"

Zahwa's cheeks blushed again.

"Why does your level of intimacy increase Yank. ihh" said Zahwa before he took a sip of the milk that remained a little longer.

Akhtar chuckled and lifted Zahwa into his lap.

"That's what happens if the husband and wife just stay alone in the house" Akhtar said and took Zahwa to the room

Arriving in the room he sat Zahwa slowly. After that, he went up to the bed.

"Now we begin your punishment"

***

On another continent, there was a woman who was very agitated after getting a message on her phone.

The message that managed to make him surprised, the contents of which

📲 "Wait for me to propose"

"What exactly am I afraid of?" His mumbling spoke to himself

"He is good, and also the dream of all women. But I'm not ready yet, I don't want to get married" he said

"I'd better ask Ustadzah what I should do"

Jinggg.... Jinggg.....

His phone rang again, he lifted the flat object and saw who was calling. It was from his best friend. His finger moved to slide the green icon to pick up the phone.

"..."

"..."

"I'm two weeks away from the cottage. I'm back home"

"..."

"God can do it"

"..."

"Ohh okayy. I'll try to.."

".."

" I do'a in good luck until H day huh"

"..."

"Okeyy beb, I'll go to the convection directly. The others first"

"..."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah"

A tit! Phone disconnected

"One by one my friends will marry yuhuuu" he said humming and taking a basket of dirty clothes to wash.

***

Back again to this busy couple. Currently Zahwa is in the law to read asmaul husna and meaning as many as 33 times. Akhtar lay on his lap listening to every word that came out of his mouth.

"Yes Haadii, the guide"

"Yes Badii, No appeal"

"Yes Baaqii, the eternal"

" Yes Waarits, the heir"

"Yes Rashiid, Most Clever"

"Yes Shabuur, the most patient"

"Alhamdulillah, finish" said Zahwa slowly full of relief after 1 hour serving the sentence given by her husband.

Akhtar stopped his hand stroking Zahwa's stomach, he kissed him and rose to kiss Zahwa on the forehead.

"Thank you dear... Already reciting asmaul husna on our children" said Akhtar hugging Zahwa

Zahwa smiled as he returned Akhtar's embrace. Her husband never gave her the name of real punishment, instead he would have Zahwa do something that was in fact his own good.

As it is now, the intended punishment was to aim at two things, the first as a worship for Zahwa especially also Akhtar as a listener who noiselessly recited it and the second, as well as a prayer for Zahwa, indirectly they have taught children in the womb of Zahwa Tawhid, know the names of A.

Again he was very grateful to be given a life partner like Akhtar, rarely such a man today.

Akhtar gave Zahwa a glass of water and drank half of it, the rest of it was spent by Akhtar.

"Next second sentence" Akhtar said grinning

Zahwa's eyes glared at Akhtar's words. His body froze as Akhtar recited prayers in his crown.

"Sadranghh"

An hour later, the sweat had wetted both of them. Even the AC cannot cool their body.

Zahwa tilted his back to Akhtar. His eyes were heavy, his body was also very tired.

"I sleepy yank." murmured Zahwa as Akhtar tried to wake him up.

"Bring first, after that we rest"

"Later on"

"Don't put my wife on hold"

"Haiss. My eyes are so heavy"

"There is no rejection"

"Aaa" cried Zahwa feeling his body drift

"Let's take a shower together"

"Huffttt" Zahwa just sighed

"Sayanghhhh already.aa-aku..aakhh" Zahwa's whine could not stand it when his body was back in the shell on the bed.

"Sstt. in a moment" Akhtar replied gasping for air.

Moments later, Akhtar collapsed beside Zahwa. Calm down for a while, after that take a shower before Zahwa goes back to sleep.

"No way!" Reject Zahwa. He was afraid to go back in the php-in under the pretext of 'after a shower straight to sleep' he did not want to be fooled again this time

"I'm serious, the promise after this is no longer. We immediately rest" said Akhtar reassured

Zahwa's eyes narrowed looking for seriousness in Akhtar's eyes, after he got it. He came out of the blanket and agreed to Akhtar's invitation.

"Here we go to sleep" Akhtar patted the bedsheet he had just replaced.

Zahwa who had just finished getting dressed approached and immediately laid down his tired body